This is a song about "Karthik s cooch"

Bad, just like an 80's car

That gal want me ride har

And i'm a just take another guess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,